As I hurtle towards a landmark birthday I think back on things just in case I am soon too old and daft to remember anything at all. My earliest memory is of living in my aunt's house in a village called Staplefied and of watching the chickens through the wire of the hutch thing at the end of the garden. I suspect they sensed my fear as the whole herd/flock/gaggle whichever, as one, leaped at the wire with a blood curdling squawk and sent me screaming back to the house. I must have been one or two years old. I am making momma's chicken soup today, so what have them chickens got to say now! I sincerely hope someone here has a more significant earliest memory than mine, why not share it?